The Great Mouse Detective Professor Ratigan Novels & Stories

“These snakes and rats are slipping between our fingers whenever we try to catch them, and making things very difficult for everyone. Recently, we were certain we had a cap on the problem. Until, as fate would have it, they gave us the slip one final time.” “I don’t know what this has to do with me,” Gianna said carefully. “Other than the fact that I pay your boss a significant amount of money to make it safe for me to have this clinic. I pay, every month, exactly on time, and I never miss a payment. I’m never short and I rarely have grievances. Wouldn’t you say this is true?” Hagrid ignored her question and instead posed, “These rats ran away, leaving a bread crumb trail of panic and blood,

The Mega eyes functions was not completed, and it was due to a missing memory card, one that only the smartest and most intelligent scientist could remove without destroying all the robot's programs, LAB DOWN Rats, where the nickname giving to the country special scientific investigation and Reformation boat, and were only seen at such time when there was.something cogent to be investigated, and their pattern of investigation made the scientists nicknamed then,as the rats, for they were going to poke nose into everything that concerns staffs, both personal and officials.

"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.

Ruby stretched her hands and smiled at the detective. The detective wasn’t sure what to reply. “You might be happy now. You are going to regret it later. But the next thing I’m going to do is find the wickedman. I bet you already know him. Don’t you? I’m not going to leave you until you reveal him.” “Hell, no. Whether you believe me or not, I have never seen his face. He’s always with a weird, scary wolf mask. His whole body is covered in a black suit. He’s...”

Strangely, there was no one inside. No, wait... A figure just came into the frame. I frowned, seeing that this person was dressed in a white overall suit, similar to those worn by medical professionals for disease control. This person also had on a mask. They peered around conspiratorially before walking over to the oven section. Then they opened one of the ovens and took out something from his/her pocket. A rat! My eyes bulged from the sockets as I watched the culprit plant the huge rat in the oven and then leave as quickly as they came.

"Ready?" Amelia asks, and with the Aurors pointing their wands at the rat, she casts a spell to revert the animagus transformation on the rat. The reversal happens in a bizarre show, revealing a ratty ugly balding wizard, and Moody, being Moody, fires another stunner at the ratty wizard. "Constant Vigilance!" He says with a snarl to his trainee and protegeé, Tonks. Professor McGonagall, seeing the face of the ratty man, gasps.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, eyes bright with something close to triumph. She held something behind her back. “You’re not going to like this,” she told me cheerfully. Then she stepped forward and revealed it. A rat. Big. Gray. Very much alive. It squirmed weakly in her grip, pink tail flicking, tiny heart beating fast enough that even I could hear it. Mae smiled like she’d brought home flowers. “Found him near the trash bins,” she said. “Bold little bastard. Tried to bite me.” She crossed the room and held it out toward Rowan.

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.