The Great Mouse Detective Professor Ratigan Novels & Stories

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.

Detective Gomez said. "I can't believe you're backing up a criminal, this is unusual of you huh, this man created the beast and Is here helping us to get him, there isn't any argument about this, that idiot is a criminal." The inspector general said. "But sir as we all heard him, professor Oscorb is the mastermind behind all this and doctor Tom is our best shot to capture the beast and Oscorb as well." Detective Gomez said. " Well we have him in our custody and he's going to help us, if he proves stubborn then a torture will follow." The inspector general said.

The old man and Professor Killiney must be close friends for him to speak so candidly. "Professor Killiney's golden retriever has a beautiful, glossy coat. It's well cared for," I said. The golden retriever was quite plump. If it weren't for its large, imposing size, I would have been tempted to pet it. "'Professor Killiney' sounds too formal. Call him Grandpa Patrick!" the old man suggested. The old man's friendly demeanor contrasted sharply with Professor Killiney's stern, dignified expression. I observed Killiney's face carefully, then just smiled at the old man without speaking.

The earth trembled and with these three steps alone, the 20 meter giant rat was already on top of Tristan. It could be seen from this speed alone that even at this size, it also boasted an explosive speed under its feet. Tristan looked like a dwarf in comparison. The magical rat dashed low and was about to eat a young boy’s body for lunch but its expectation and everyone else around could not have been more mistaken in the next breath. “It’s over!” Someone yelled in the audience of people. “BOOM!” A deafening sound scattered in all directions and in a heavy thud followed thereafter.

“Mateo is inside. They are questioning him separately. Whatever you say in there, make sure it aligns with what he is saying. Any contradictions and they’ll claim you’re both lying.” We enter the station. I’m led to an interrogation room, metal table, recording equipment, two detectives waiting. Detective Ruiz I recognize from before. The other is male, older, skeptical eyes. “Miss Vega. I’m Detective Morales.” He doesn’t offer his hand. “Let’s start with September twenty-second. The night you met Professor Sandoval.” Marina interrupts. “My client will answer questions relevant to the surveillance investigation only. Her personal relationship is not…”

The inspectors stepped inside. Their faces changed immediately. Kira frowned. “What’s wrong?” Marcus entered the kitchen behind them and stopped frozen in the doorway. Kira was still holding the door, she left it immediately and finally stepped inside herself. What she saw made her blood pump three times faster than the usual pace. There was a dead rat on the floor. Not a small one. A massive rat, easily the size of a small cat. Its body was bloated and decomposing. Blood had pooled around it, dark and sticky on her shiny white tile floor, with maggot on it.