Novel & Cerita The Great Mouse Detective Professor Ratigan

"Welcome to English Literature. My name is Professor Alabaster, and for the next semester, you’ll be under my watch." His eyes scanned the room, sharp and authoritative, and when they passed over Belle, she thought she saw the briefest flicker of something, something dark and heated. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the professional, unyielding facade of Professor Alabaster. Belle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on what he was saying. He moved around the room, talking about the syllabus, the expectations, and the importance of participation. His voice was steady, his words calculated, but underneath it all, Belle felt the tension between them building. Every time

Then she wailed in pain, for the hand she’d stitched a grid into was gone, and rats were pouring out from her wrist. It was instant madness. Rats were everywhere, crawling from all sides of the circle, across the floor, digging through books. They all had oversized, all-too-human grins. They went straight for Mr. Pervis, nipping at his ears and fingers. He brushed them away, stomped them with his boots, squished them in his fists. All the while, Loretta wailed in pain.

“Which one are you after?” “All of them, Manfred, Craig, Lukas, Montero, Jovito, Cassandra,” Rossi replies. “I plan on exterminating every last one of those rats, and you’re going to help me do it.” My guts tie themselves up into impossible knots, a churning heat burning a hole through my stomach. I always knew the detective had a few screws loose, but this is a whole other level of insanity.

"Let's try to stay calm until the detective arrives." It wasn't long before the detective arrived, his expression serious as he took in the scene. Aiden led him to the boxes, and the detective carefully examined the contents. Inside one box, a broken family portrait from Aiden and Sophia's wedding lay shattered, with two dead rats nestled in the debris. Blood was scattered across the frame, adding to the gruesome scene. In the other box, two dolls lay with one leg torn off each, their glassy eyes staring up at the detective.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

His deep voice reverberated and they sounded sincere enough. But something hold Maya that this man was not sorry at all. "My name is Doctor Alexander Grey but you can call me Professor Grey." He pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, looking at each student in turn. "We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things."

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.

From nowhere, a massive golden maned lion leapt through the air and landed four square over the Professor's body, its great head thrown back in another roar, ‘Musafa! No! Back down, NOW!’ Killian’s voice rang out in a command, and the lion stepped back, snarling, ‘Tie them all up. If any resist, kill them’ He continued leaving the lion and the bear to watch the Professor, it took an hour and more than one of the Assistants tried the Professor's trick and was torn to pieces.

Normally, rogues would appear infrequently, but if they were appearing in this manner, it meant there was a chance a mastermind involved in black magic was involved. "How do we deal with this?" Chris demanded, slamming his sheet down on the table. "It is one thing to deal with rogues, another to deal with wendigos, but now you're trying to show us that a dark mage is involved?" "That's right." Travis responded calmly. "If we want to eliminate the rogue issue, then we need to deal with the dark mage." "How do we even go about finding him?" Chris continued, not seeming to be willing to back down. "They're just like fucking humans! How do we find them? "

I stumbled back, blinking in surprise as my eyes focused on the last person I wanted to see right now. Rex. My ex. And standing right next to him, looking smug as ever, was his new girlfriend, the one Agnes had mentioned. The one whose father apparently owned half the city—including, it seemed, the school. “Well, well, well,” Rex said with a nasty grin, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked me up and down. “If it isn’t the professor.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to sidestep him, but he blocked my path. His girlfriend, a tall, elegant blonde who looked like she’d stepped out of a fashion magazine, let out a soft, fake laugh.