Novel & Cerita The Great Mouse Detective Professor Ratigan

*** Elsewhere, Renata stood before a massive wooden desk buried under piles of documents, while Professor Alex Harrington sat behind it, his fingers interlaced with an ease that felt far too casual for someone about to decide a student’s future. “So,” he finally spoke, his voice low and steady. “Do you want to explain why I saw you leaving Dominic Sinclair’s office looking… like that?” Renata swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry, as if the air itself refused to enter her lungs. “It was just academic matters, sir.” Her voice trembled. She tried to keep it steady, but the sharpness in his eyes made every word sound weak before it even left her mouth. “Academic matters?” Alex let out a soft chuc

It's because they have known each other for a long time but how? Mobius and Professor encountered each other in a classic cafe maybe eighty years ago. Where Professor ordered black coffee without sugar, and Mobius ordered the same coffee. And it made Professor excited and he asked him what was the reason behind his order. Mobius smiled, 'I can ask the same thing. Well, I love that bitter taste of coffee. So I ordered.' "I like the reason. By the way, I am Professor son of Dr Miles Geneolla." 'Professor Miles… Wow! Your father is an inspiration for all of us. Myself Mobius, one of your father's students. It's nice to meet you Sir.'

She knows that, Lady Marina likes to go to the library and in fact, Rita is the one she has been with the longest or has lasted with her behavior. I need to immediately find Rita and ask her! ******** [Director's Office] In the silent, dark, gloomy room standing in front of the director's table was none other than the famous Professor James Lenon. Without the usual expression on his face, he reports his finding an encounter. What they call a prodigy is very strange. With a deadpan expression, he emits an aura different from before, his usual jolliness and gentle smile were wiped out from his face. With a boorish bearing and demeanor, he told the Academy's Director his encounter.

I warned, my voice trembling slightly as I followed him towards the thickets. We crept forward, our eyes scanning the underbrush for any sign of movement. The sound grew louder, and I could feel my heart racing as I struggled to stay calm. Suddenly, Malcolm burst through the woods, his movements swift and purposeful. He pounced on the source of the noise, his steel-like fingers closing around a large, dirty rat. He held it up for us to see, its fur matted, its eyes glinting with a malevolent intelligence. "This," Malcolm said in a low, grim voice, "is what's been wreaking havoc."

However, contrary to expectations, the display fizzled out from just a light jab from Frank, and it even blew up in flames. Shocked, the scientist promptly put out the fire, while Frank smiled in wry amusement and apologized. "Sorry, I was holding back, but it's just more fragile than I thought!" The scientist was left speechless. So that was why Igor was insistent that a bigwig be their lab rat—such freaky physical data would be unmatched, even among the rest of the world! In short, this man was the best lab rat! And over the remaining tests, Frank's results surpassed the norm by a country mile.

The man who held a knife to my throat and told me to run. He stood there in a black suit, calm and untouchable, as though none of it had ever happened. “Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth and collected. “I’m Professor Zander. I’ll be taking you through this course for the semester.” The classroom buzzed with whispers. Girls giggled softly, already swooning over the new professor’s looks. The guys leaned back, unimpressed. But no one, no one saw what I saw. His hands. His eyes. That night.

I didn’t want to play the game, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know how to. “You are being accused of no crime,” said the Rat King. “As you defeated the Mouse King, so now are you defeated.” I had assumed this was some sort of retribution for murdering innocent mice and their unborn mice babies. I genuinely regretted what I’d done, and wouldn’t argue that I deserved to be punished. I would still try to avoid that punishment — it wasn’t going to bring any of those mice babies back from the dead — but I certainly understood the reasons for wanting to bring me to justice.

Instead, I buried my face in my hands. “Wait! Wait!” someone yelled, and I snapped my head up. “The mouse just… twitched!” “What?” We all rushed to the cage. The mouse was convulsing, then it began to vomit strange-looking parasites—creatures that resembled a disturbing mix of worms and eels. “I… it worked?” I whispered in disbelief. “It worked!” Professor Gabby roared at the top of his lungs, and soon, we all joined him, screaming with joy as happy tears streamed down my face. One significant milestone reached.

Yet. I clenched my fists. I wouldn’t allow it. Never. Footsteps echoed outside. I moved fast, slipping back toward the door. The door opened. I turned. Professor Black stood there. His eyes were dark, fuming, and dangerous. “What are you doing here?” he asked calmly. But the danger in his voice was unmistakable.

Chen Ting's voice trembled as he spoke. "I've heard from my father that there are giant rats in this valley. They are all raised by people nicknamed the Ancestor Rat." Hua Jin said at this time. "What? The Ancestor Rat?" Chen Ting asked in surprise. "Yes, I've only heard of the Ancestor Rat. I've never seen him before." Hua Jin said. Zhou Tian didn't say anything. He looked at Wu Qing, who was lying there. At this time, these big mice were still very close to Wu Qing. But it was strange that these big mice didn't bite Wu Qing or intend to attack him.