My only complaint about Seven Professors of the Far North is that when you have seven professors, each with a specialty, and they are trapped north of the Arctic, I expect each professor to contribute something from his or her specialty to the ultimate solution. The etymologist finds some miniscule critter that they can follow to safety and the botanist identifies a plant that is out of place, which leads them to a shelter, where the engineer is able to cannibalize the old heater to make a vehicle, and the astronomer navigates them home. Or something. I don’t know, I don’t write these things, I just gripe about them.
Anyway, John Fardell chooses instead to have the children rescue the professors, who are closer to the bumbling adult stereotype than the mad professor one. Still, the one EVIL professor manages over a handful of years to not only make a devise a way of genetically perfecting a superhuman, create a virus that will wipe out all of humanity and build a massive lab/hideout in the Far North, all in complete secrecy, but also invent microscopic projectile transmitters, silent hovercraft, and untraceable cell phone and radio jammers, and also people his Arctic hideout with mercenaries with the finest equipment. That’s somebody that must be stopped.
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,
-Vardibidian.