They had moved camp twice more in the past three weeks, collecting stray werewolves as they went. Their current camp, at a place the locals called Hermannslachen, was somewhere deep in the Teutoburg Forest in Germany. Deeper, in fact, than most Muggles knew the forest could ever be: certain dark corners of the Teutoburg were home to several rare magical creatures, and centuries of charms and Muggle repellents had made hidden trails Unplottable and un-navigable. Apparition to a known point was the only way to reach this part of the forest.