"I have copies!" The elf exclaimed. "One night, when the master was drunk, I took his wand and used it to make copies of the translations. The master had already tried and failed. I know why! Young master Scorpius always used parchment that couldn't be reproduced. He thought it was safe. But he also explained to me that those kinds of spells don't work on me, and so... I managed to make copies and kept them!"