Oh. Magic, right. Caspar tries not to look disappointed. "And you got them all? Sounds like he went out with a bang."

His instinct is to say that prophecies are bullshit. That you can't trust the rantings of a lunatic. But... this is a world full of magic. This sort of thing might be commonplace. "Maybe she's talking about another witch. Someone to take the place of Mr. Riddle." Gah, what a ridiculous name. "Any more loose cannons out there in the wizarding world?"